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He stands and wraps his hands around," he whispers in my ear, holding me tighter. I feel his breath on my ear as he presses his lips on the lobe. He moves his fingers softly up my thighs and I'm naked underneath. He starts to stroke his finger inside me softly. He puts another finger inside and now he's stroking me with two fingers. He thrusts the fingers faster and I'm squeaking. I don't want to moan loudly, especially with everyone around. Dax interrupts us and I swallow hard as Trent clears his throat and takes a step backwards. I'm still trying to catch a breath. Why the hell does Trent have to have this effect on me? Now I want to get laid more than ever. "He," Dax greets us. "I hope I

“After everything he’s done, he’s finally behind bars.” Warren leaned back, resting his elbow on the chair. “You know what’s wild? The look on their faces when Daria’s confession came out. I didn't see it, but I sure as hell would have loved to.” He shook his head. “That poor girl went through hell.” Arden nodded slowly. “It wasn’t easy getting her to talk,” he said. “She was terrified, convinced no one would believe her. But once she realized Trent couldn’t hurt her anymore, it all came pouring out.”

As they lay in the afterglow of their love making, Iris tells Titan about Ingrid and Joey being banished and the vote of no confidence in her father. “Do I need to come take over?” Titan asks. “I'll kill your stepmother. I can be your night in shiny armor.” Iris smiles and puts her head on his chest. “I can be my own knight. I just need a little more training.” Titan sighs heavily. “I’m here for that.” While Iris is training, Daria is plotting. She drives to the ocean at the very edge of the pack and sits. “I know you know I’m here, get up here and talk to me,” Daria demands.

Only Maureen, the woman in his closest circle was reachable. "Darkha, ish! Don't you want to defend your sister who is still beautiful like this?" The younger sister sat annoyed beside Darren as she supported her cheeks with her palms. It looked funny to her older siblings who thought the younger sister still wanted to be spoiled, especially since the youngest of Dara's children also grabbed Darren's arm to be held. "How's Liara's wedding going? So it's here?" Darren interrupted, pinching the tip of the younger sister's pointed nose resulting in a light pat that asked him to move away. Darren was the one who sat down first.

“Are you saying that she cares about me?” “Well, what do you think? Why else would she be mad at you?” Trent rolled his eyes. “I say, Duke, with your standing, you are too good even for a princess of the royal family. Why do you seem so unsure of yourself in front of Adina?” Eilam could not help but interject, “Ms. Daugherty is the most beautiful woman in Sea City, after all. Trent retorted, “What kind of beautiful woman flips someone over her shoulder whenever she feels like it? She scares me. If she really gets together with Duke, I won’t even dare to set foot in Winters family’s house.”

"I don't think we've met." I hold my hand out to the slender man when Trent doesn't move to follow Gavin. "No, I would remember such a meet," he says flirtatiously, "David Darling." He’s handsome enough with his brown hair swept back and deep brown eyes, but there’s something about him making my stomach uncomfortable as I try to figure out what he is. I get the feeling he’s not the predator here. “My sister,” he motions back to where the girl from the masquerade is standing, “Darcia and I are pleased to finally meet you.”

Thassa did his best to allow himself to be led by Ilyria. But he would stop suddenly, or abruptly turn at any noise. Once, he stumbled and pulled Ilyria down with him. Her eyes flew open as she fell, her hands bracing for the fall … … and she found herself kneeling at the door to Daria’s chambers where she was conducting a meeting. Ilryia, had been twelve and spying through the keyhole because her twelve-year old self had already begun to mistrust her mother. She knew they were talking about eliminating a competitor.

"You do know the one in Aurora Springs is one of the properties Laila got from me after the divorce, right? Technically, it is hers now." "Oh. Well, damn." I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "Dante wants us all at your show. For support, or some shit. All along, I thought it would be in New York." "Tough luck, man. See you at the show tomorrow." Trent told me in that mischievous tone of his. He was totally enjoying this. "Fuck you, Trent." I cussed at him and ended the call with that.